Kayné
Rang D
Messages : 546
Date d'inscription : 13/08/2013
Age : 32
Feuille de personnage
Points de Vie:
   (1277/1277)
Points de Mana:
   (113/113)
Stat: | Stat |  Base | Equipé | Niv. | 14 | | For. | 20 | 20 | Int. | 10 | 10 | Con. | 12 | 12 | Dex. | 24 | 24 | ATQ. | 0 | 85 | MATQ. | 34 | 50 | DEF. | 8 | 90 | MDEf | 24 | 60 | Endu. | 880 | 880 | Vit. | 12 | 12 | AM | 4 | 4 |
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Kayné
Rang D
Messages : 546
Date d'inscription : 13/08/2013
Age : 32
Feuille de personnage
Points de Vie:
(1277/1277)
Points de Mana:
(113/113)
Stat: | Stat | Base | Equipé | Niv. | 14 | | For. | 20 | 20 | Int. | 10 | 10 | Con. | 12 | 12 | Dex. | 24 | 24 | ATQ. | 0 | 85 | MATQ. | 34 | 50 | DEF. | 8 | 90 | MDEf | 24 | 60 | Endu. | 880 | 880 | Vit. | 12 | 12 | AM | 4 | 4 |
|  Sujet: Re: Distant Shore Sam 17 Fév - 15:55 | |
| Yoru no sanpo.Mpampi’s farm, North-West of a village called Provatina, Northern Piateles, Psarosoupa. Night of the 30th of October 4846, 03:15.It was a particularly cold and windy evening.Out of the three moons of Haerii, only Astrea could be seen that night, and it was half hidden at that, shying behind thick silver clouds. Atalis and Sitara were lost, nowhere to be seen in the vast black skies.In the surroundings of Mpampi’s estate, not a sound could be heard, if not for some disturbing chomping noises and the haunting singing of a young woman’s voice echoing throughout the barren fields around the farmhouse. London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. There was nothing much to be harvested this time of year, the yard was mostly empty of greenery. Still, it was customary for animals to be let free to graze on the weeds and fertilize the ground. However, all of the farmer’s cows were now sleeping, resting on their sides against the ground. Around them, scantily glad figures, chewed and slurped away in phrenetic motions under the cover of darkness.Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, Wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay, My fair lady. Sitting on a small stone wall near the edge of the estate, a girl was overseeing the gruesome feast while swinging her feet into the emptyness, completely devoid of fear, passing the time in song. Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, Wash away. Wood and clay will wash away, My fair lady. From within the house, not a light could be seen. Not through the house’s broken windows, nor through the bashed in wooden door. The owner, his wife and kids had fallen asleep a while ago after all. It was late. Build it up with iron and steel, Iron and steel, Iron and steel. Build it up with iron and steel, My fair lady. As she was sitting there singing, the girl kept her hands busy by toying with a long kitchen knife, its surface glistening with blood under whatever moonlight there was to be had. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Bend and bow, Bend and bow. Iron and steel will bend and bow, My fair lady. Yet she herself did not seem injured in the least. Was it the blood of the farm’s animals perhaps? Build it up with silver and gold, Silver and gold, Silver and gold. Build it up with silver and gold, My fair lady. There was a sense of tranquillity in this scene, of accomplishment. Even though one could swear to feel lingering screams in the air, all was strangely calm. Silver and gold will be stolen away, Stolen away, Stolen away. Silver and gold will be stolen away, My fair lady. Through the broken-down doorway of the house, a mess of a living room could be made out, painted in splashes of red and decorated with torn limbs and the sickening remains of the farm’s disfigured residents. Set a man to watch all night, Watch all night, Watch all night. Set a man to watch all night, My fair lady. In a gust of wind, an individual clad in black leather appeared several meters behind the young woman. He casually walked up beside her. She did notice him shortly, but cared not to be the one to start the conversation.Suppose the man should fall asleep, Fall asleep, Fall asleep? Suppose the man should fall asleep, My fair lady? “That’s no song I’ve ever heard before.”“I used to stalk a man who had come here from another world. He liked singing this song when he felt lonely. In the end the melody stuck with me.”“Was that before or after turning?”“That one was after!”She smiled, her grin revealing two particularly long and sharp canines.“But tell me, what brings you here?”The man shrugged.“Can I no longer pay a visit to my favourite apprentice?”The girl let slip a sigh full of irony.“There we go with the trainee treatment again! And here I thought you guys would stop checking on me after the first 100 years or so!”“But we have barely just met you! Surely you can understand our caution.”“You guys sense of time is seriously fucked up!”The man chuckled, he recognised the truth in her words.“Still, there is not much to do at home, and since we’ve been at long last allowed back outside, I figured I’d take a stroll and see what you were up to. I am glad to see you seem to be doing quite alright.”“Grew bored of home base huh?”He smiled gently.“Can’t say I blame you for that. Nearly went insane with boredom myself! I still can’t understand how the rest of you can put up with this bullshit. Actually, scrap that, what I cannot understand is WHY you put up with it!”“Queen’s orders.”The reply came instantly, naturally. There was no emotion in his voice, he was merely stating a fact.“Well that’s an order I wouldn’t have followed!”“And yet you stayed locked with us!”“I cannot help but listen to you because you exist and are constantly breathing down my neck! This so-called queen of yours however, I have not seen or heard once in all of my time with you! Like hell I would obey the orders of someone like that!”The man’s expression changed. He switched to a stricter, patronizing tone.“Since you are not tied too strongly to her, sure, you could try going against her will. Though, you could also go hug an inquisitor and spare her majesty the half-second it would take her to kill you.”“Duly noted.”Replied the girl with an unimpressed voice.“Did you think the Midnight Court shut themselves in the cathedral out of cowardice?”“Beats me! But pray do tell, how do you know this queen of yours has not already kicked the bucket in some far-off land a while ago?”He shook his head.“Do you think her majesty is the kind of person who can die of old age? It is unthinkable to even consider her death in the first place. There is nothing out there which could possibly kill her after all!”“Except hugging an inquisitor?”He carried on undaunted.“And then there’s her daughter. Most of us reckon we would get some sort of sign through her, in the unlikely event that something did indeed happen to her majesty.”“Ah, now you’re making sense! Speaking of the princess, leaving her behind with not a word like that, it seems so-so to me. How come she hasn’t rebelled yet?”“The two of them do have a special relationship, but the queen is not the kind of person to answer to anyone. Not about where she’s going nor of what she’ll do. When she is around, she is mostly giving orders. All we can do is obey them.”T he girl’s eyes lit up with ambition and a nasty smile made its way to her lips.“Sounds good to be the queen!”In the time it would have taken to take but half a step, the man had covered the remaining distance between them and, with a small pat on the back, he sent her flying face first into the cold ground just below her seat.“Seriously though, there would be nothing left of you.”He added jokingly.“Duly noted.”Said the girl, face still planted in the dirt. Though it was clear she no longer felt as smug.Standing back up, she stretched her limbs and dusted off her clothes with vivid albeit collected movements. Upon turning around, she was equal parts pleased and disappointed to see that the man had disappeared in the night. Having decided not to let him put her down on this fine evening, she put a smile back on her face and energetically jumped back on her sitting spot.With the man gone, she was left on her own again and free to resume singing.Bite his neck and drink his blood, Drink his blood, Drink his blood. Bite his neck and drink his blood, My fair lady! |
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